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The river, whatchamacallit, the Niagra-ish thing – oh wait, nah, it's the Beaver Brook. It cuts through like a nimble razor, reflective like a mirror, reminding me of times I got so pissed off over a double-booked massage slot I nearly lost it. Yeah, I did! And that street at the edge of town, Maple Crescent, got the oddest locals who’ll spin you tall tales ‘bout ghostly whirlwinds that only appear at midnight. Crazy, right?

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